A pair of Plantain-eaters pause briefly in a tree top on the grounds of Old Embassy Compound, Monrovia, before cruising on to their next perch. Easily identifiable in flight, the flash of white wing patches snap a staccato accent to their loping pulse and glide, long tails trailing behind like a loose veil.
They like to sit in the tree tops, maybe for the sun, maybe for the breeze, or maybe to keep close watch on the kites, endlessly circling above.
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